i don't know....
but like... a ******...
thst's not overtly-pretentious
about opera...
makes me feel
warm... all inside...
like eating a doughnut...
screaming off
chrysler:
*****! dino bones!
   it's like...
       i am allowed
to heave a hope for man...
and remain dodo-project
intacts...
    and tell one woman:
your god,
is a mastrimony to
having abdandoned me...
how a white
****** imitates
a black woman
with "her"
innuendo tractact
of imbargo
for the scuttling tongue...
i have to simply start
calling trannies:
spies...
     or the gargantuan
mimic scoops...
with woman having
made the digger's grave
of a man's primordial
basis...
        i remember
chasing shadow,
and a non-existent
rainbow...
hide & seek...
are the games played
by children
universal?
   with finding
genitals...
i feel...
there's one curiosity
left for me...
what came first...
the oyster shell
or the oyster?
              sieve past
the strutting chicken
encompassing the ****
scab.
HEIL!
  HEIL!
     uniformgrau:
alt. uniformschwarz!
coco-name-****-on-
the-chanel...
              whiskers missing
from a cat...
but a salute nonetheless!
trans- men make
me feel warm inside;
like doughnuts...
like...
i was supposed to feed
of the horror off women
being incorporate(d).